Zezinho

"251 copies. Initiating traffic break on I48 Eastbound just past Custer." I activate my sirens and traffic directionals as I move onto the centre lane, slowing down and swerving from side to side as the cars begin slowing down to barely just above a crawl. With everyone nearly stopped, of course he'd take the hard shoulder. So I made sure to swerve all the way to the right, obstructing his way. He approaches slowly, being nearly trapped and forced to go slow.

"Traffic units respond to a Reckless driver on I 48 last seen west of the Dekalb st intersection headed towards I 484. Caller states its going to be a black ford expedition, Caller states that the vehicle is weaving between lanes and has bounced off a guard rail. No further information." I proceed with turning on my lights after the call comes out. I happened to be driving along the Broad Street Bridge as I take the mic and hold onto the PTT saying "251 to County, enroute code 3, ETA 1 1/2 minutes." Passing the Broad St. Bridge, I turn right onto First Street North and manage to hear a scraping noise from the highway, the suspect's vehicle being on the highway now headed east. I then begin heading eastbound as I now activate the Wail siren. I remain on the road for about 30 seconds, maintaining speeds of 60-70mph. I then slow down to a near stop as I indicate to turn left on Custer St., which I proceed to do after the traffic stops for me to pass. Then, going up along Custer, I take an on-ramp onto the I-48, slowing down and moving along the hard shoulder as I radio in again. "251 County, Suspect heard heading eastbound. I'm about 600 feet ahead of him. Requesting permission to initiate traffic break. Traffic speeds around 50mph."

"Aye aye." I finish my coffee and stand up, throwing the cup in the bin as I fix my tie and prepare to gather my stuff.

"Sound good, cap'n." I nod as I stand up and promptly exit the parade room after the briefing is done.

Heading in just before the Lt. enters the room, I make my signature move of sitting in the back and waiting.

I slide in with a Starbucks small coffee cup in hand, finding myself a nice spot at the front and sitting down, sipping slowly as I look up and over to the door, waiting.

I head in after Allen and head to the back.

I head in and find myself a seat at the front.

As I inch closer to the location I cut whatever other lights I have on except for my headlights. I eventually approach the intersection Broad and 12th St. N., now proceeding to activate the spotlight as I turn it, shining it onto the kid dressed as a goblin. I then activate my lights on Stage 2 before pulling over to the side of the road. The kid lowers a carton of eggs and sets it on the floor. I kill the spotlight but activate the takedown lights as I grab the mic. "201 ERT, show me on-scene." I attach the mic back onto the center console as I swing open my car's front left door, climbing out then closing it afterwards. The kid seems to move around frantically, as if he were doing an impression of a crazy goblin.

I see the call pop up in my MDT and figure that I could probably handle it, given that I'm close enough. I grab my mic and hold onto the PTT. "201 ERT show me enroute, ETA 2½ minutes." I pull out of the parking lot I was stopped at, flicking on my headlights as I begin driving toward the listed address.

I head out of the house and take off my gloves as I approach my cruiser and swing open the driver's side door, sliding inside. I then close it and grab the mic attached to the center console as I hold onto the PTT. "201 ERT, show me back on patrol" I then drive off of the scene.

'Keep watch on him, I'm going to see how Wentz and the new guy are doing.' Hearing Hawke, I nod and head inside the room she just left as I keep watch over the guy, holding onto my belt and remaining quiet for the time being.

I spot the strange folk and begin wondering where they're from. Maybe they're from another station? Wherever they're from, I hope none of them are state troopers. Or worse. Federal agents. Regardless, I greet them back and introduce myself. 'Deputy Blart here. Nice to meet you lot, where y'all from?'

I pull up to the address in my red Crown Vic, placing my car in neutral and activating the handbrake as I get out and head up to the door, knocking. I know that I'm wearing, perhaps, the best costume for this entire party. 'Open up!'

I reach into my vest as I put my gloves on, beginning to inspect the damage dealt as I take pictures of what I saw being damaged and taking note of the items and potential charges. Gettysburg shirt, Todd Mischief, hockey stick Potential unreported additional damages AC/DC shirt guy, Steve Mischief, burning civil war uniform Mischief, smashing portrait Potential unreported additional damages After finishing my notes, I head over to Cpl. Hawke with my notes and handing her over a copy of both of their offenses. I also do the same thing for Cpl. Wentz. Afterwards, I leave the room as to not stir up the scene any more than it already is.

I cut my sirens as I begin pulling up to the listed address. "201 ERT, show me on-scene" Guessing what's about to come, I put on my vest and swing open the driver's side door of my car as I hop out, closing the door. I make my way over to the door with my right hand on the holster as I knock loudly before yelling loud enough so they can hear it. 'SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT. OPEN UP.' One of the men involved in this incident, a white male standing at about 5'9" tall, wearing a black AC/DC shirt with jeans, opens up the door. Just as he does so, he looks back to shout over to the other man. 'Shut up!' 'It's all this guy's fault with his stupid Civil War collection. I can't stand this cheating shithead any longer!'

Hearing this come over the radio, I decide to key up the mic since I'm close enough. Checking my MDT notes, this seems almost like something out of a comedy show. "201 ERT, show me enroute." I flick on my lights and activate Wail as I drive out of the parking lot I was at, beginning to make my way over to the call with haste. I start constantly pressing the airhorn as to help clear traffic on the way there.

I take out my citation book as I begin writing down her information, then issuing her a summons. I ask Lt. Blart to uncuff her, which he does. I hand the paper over to the lady and give her instructions regarding it as I close the RL door and hop back in my car, nodding towards Hawke. Spencer gave the stolen items back to Lt Blart. 'All good here. Miss Spencer, you're free to go.' I take the mic and hold onto the PTT. "201, call code 4, summons issued. Show me back on patrol."

'You want to talk with the suspect as I review the tapes on this?' 'Sure.' I go up to Lt. Blart who has the woman next to him with her wrists around her back, handcuffed. 'So, miss..?' 'Spencer.' 'Miss Spencer. Have you been really shoplifting.. makeup from Sephora?' 'Yes, officer.. I have. I was a bit out of my mind and made an unreasonable choice.' I nod as I keep asking her questions pertinent to the incident. I'd escort her to my car's back seat alongside Lt. Blart and have her sit down, but leave the rear left door open for the time being as I wait on Cpl. Hawke.

As I inch closer to the mall, I flick off my lights. Seems like an ordinary call, no need to rush it. I park my car on the street adjacent to the main entrance, grabbing the mic from the center console as I hold onto the PTT. "201 ERT, show me on-scene" I swing the driver's side door open as I slide out, closing it behind me - beginning to walk toward the main entrance, looking about for Lt. Blart.

Watching the call come over after having just cleared off the shooting, I decide to respond by keying up the mic. "201 ERT, attach me to call. Enroute ETA 4-5 min." I switch my lights onto Stage 2 as I begin driving over to the scene, being quite far away but still hoping I can get there in time.

Hearing Blackburn tell me that I can clear off, I give him a brief nod as I swing open the driver's side door of my car and hop in, turning the keys in the ignition as I shift into gear, grabbing the mic. "201 ERT, show me back on patrol" I begin to drive away from this mess of a call.

Just some sausage and bread. Can't go wrong

'Is anyone hurt, that all sounds like a bad situation. I met the Lieu, good guy. What about the perp? We catch him?' 'One of the perps got tased, but everyone else's unharmed. All in custody. Not every day is as exciting as today. Some days all you'll have to deal with is an old lady having a stroke.'

'Well, let's start.. I'm John. John Allen.' I'd point to my badge as I now lowered my voice. 'That's Ed McSorley. Internal Affairs Sergeant. Never speak to him unless he comes up to you first, cause he is really the worst guy in this department.' 'I don't really need your aid, I just called you to save you the trouble. But, here's a quick recap of what happened: I was first on scene. We had reports of a white Lincoln Town Car that had performed a drive-by and was heading north in this direction. I spotted 'em and conducted a felony stop, upon which the driver backed up into my cruiser's bullbar. Two deputies shot, and we almost had crossfire happen. They're probably losing their badge or something. I told them to not shoot afterwards because they could harm someone innocent. A shitshow of a first call, yeah. Here are all the top brass: Russo, patrol captain' he looked towards Russo, 'Burke, Emergency Response Team commissioner - basically the top dog of everything.', he looked towards Burke. 'Blackburn, patrol lieutenant next to his pickup over there. And McSorley who pulled up on his tesla.' 'This doesn't happen often, I hope it won't leave a bad impression of the department on you. '